Matteo’s bastard had tears running down his face. He had knelt there with a gun to his head. I watched the veins stand out on my husband’s forehead. In ten years together, he had never shown anger toward me. Now, because of another woman and a child, his eyes held the intent to kill.
Matteo pressed me against the wall, pulled the knife from his shoulder and turned the blade so the tip pointed at my neck.
"How could you attack my child!" he shouted.
"Victoria, have I treated you so well that you've forgotten who you are?" he added.
"Without me protecting you, you'd be dead long ago!"
"But now you’ve become too arrogant. You cannot protect your own child, so you attack other children. You are fucking monster! How can you be capable of such a thing?"
Although every word cut me, I kept my face calm and smiled.
"Didn’t you always say if we had to end things, one of us would have to die?" I asked.
"Since no one dared to do it, I’ll ask you myself!"
I shouted, "Kill me now! If I'm not dead, you won't have a good life!"
However, the blood-stained knife failed to reach my neck. Instead, Matteo met my stubborn eyes, while his smile softened.